Third of five poems by Michael Mirolla for Poetry Month 2021
Poetry month continues with another poem from Michael Mirolla’s newest collection At the End of the World. Remember to join us Friday evening for a video interview hosted by Bruce Meyer.
As we Sail into our Mistakes
As we sail into our mistakes, the wind
slicing right through us despite all efforts
to let it simply slip by, the metaphors
grown tired drop away, eel-swallowed,
to be taken back to a Sargasso Sea
where each shiny beginning marks an end.
As we sail into those mistakes, the hairs
on the back of our necks like antennae
to signal danger ahead, the words lose
their concreteness, become fuzzy foam bits
floating on the tips of cruel waves that flash
letters for a moment before sinking.
As we sail into the mistakes, the skies frown
like old-style gods ready to bring down wrath,
itching to reach in and teach us the lesson
that should make us bow to their majesty
but instead, shaking our fists, cement us
gleefully to the error of our ways.